Snow day dreaming
Bags packed
with creating in mind.
Drawing
Reading
Visions of literacy tools
Snow day reality
Hungry bellies to feed
Dirty clothes to wash
Restless bodies to entertain
games
crafts
coloring
dance parties
books
Almost bedtime…
Maybe there is finally time?
Huddled on the playroom floor-
paper
crayons
three little girls.
“Don’t eat the crayons, Rose!”
“No, not the dog food!”
Back to snow day dreaming
Where There Is Joy 
A great poetic timeline of your very exhausting day. How do you do it?
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“Restless bodies to entertain” – what a way to put it! You capture the contrast of the dream and the reality with carefully chosen words! Love it! I can hear you saying “Don’t eat the crayons, Rose!” Thanks for sharing!!
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You can see me 2 minute sketch of the plant… as promised!
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I always seem to bring home more than I can do, but I think I’ll want the options. Enjoy those girls! It looks and sounds like you have a lot of fun!
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I love the way the list poem unravels and shares your hopes and realities.
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This is great. I like how you switch from dreaming to reality and back to dreaming. I can picture all of it.
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I think you may have been less busy at school!
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I think you’re right. School sometimes feels like a break these days!
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I like your “dreaming – reality – dreaming timeline poem.” I’m thinking its brevity belies the reality or perhaps it is a evidence of the realitiy. I noticed you got a “sketch” in during your drafting of the poem.
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Every time I feel overwhelmed by trying to keep up with this writing challenge and teaching job, I remind myself that all I have to do at home is set out the kibble and walk the dogs. You’re doing all this in a fraction of the time that I have. I think it’s clear from other posts that some of your dream world is actually blending with reality. They’re lucky girls. I really like how this poem drifts between the waking world and the dream world. Probably a little like the kind of sleep you get these days.
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I love the contrast between your snow day dreams and your reality. So funny! I always anticipate that I’m going to get tons done and I seldom do. And I’m an empty nester! I like your return to dreaming at the end of your poem–it’s so hopeful!
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Oh those snow days go by so fast… When you get the text in the early AM, it seems like a week off, and then somehow the day is GONE!
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